In the making...

He stood still
watched with unbiased eyes as the wind swept seas danced
so did his mind
with thoughts of the future with no recollection of the past but with the will to do something in the present
where had he changed he was asked he did not know
to him it was a way of life
he stood still now watching the skies
the bright blue with some white was a symphony to him
he wanted them to tell him their tales
tales from far and wide he wanted to learn more

The wind played with the trees in the distance making its presence felt
like a jealous lover it wanted his attention
but he stood still and watched the courtship
after all he was a storm in the making.